Leila Allison has chosen a story by Adam Kluger with this rerun. Not only is Adam a regular contributor he is a delight to work with. This is Leila’s comment:
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Tag: short stories
Fear by Hugh Cron
He accepted the night. He always had. The street people never caused him any fear. It was a case of if he didn’t bother them, they wouldn’t bother him. The unapproachable demeanour which he carried also helped.
A Cryptic Night for Halloween by Tom Sheehan
Bang! It went. Bang! Bang! Bang! A whole series of bangs, like gunshots at a shooting range, echoes coming atop one another, full of alarm and the awful promise of consequence. Eleven-year old George Pearl, twelve before you’d know it, his birthday but an hour or so away, ducked his head as he walked down the dark center road of Riverside Cemetery. Shadows of stones moved around him, angular blocks of darkness set upon darkness, the ground and the shadows giving up other noises steeped with night and night things. Sounds swelled like thermals, unseen but known, catching up what was loose in the air, broadcasting strange messages that he could identify in a split second … fear, catastrophe, disaster, strange hands reaching to touch his backside, strange sounds at his ears. All around were strange things that boomed or blasted or bellowed in the night.
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Literally Reruns – He Died by A. Elizabeth Herting.
Leila has sent in another Reruns choice, this time with a little reminiscence of her own. He Died was, I believe, the first story that we published of Ms Herting and this is what Leila Allison said: Continue reading “Literally Reruns – He Died by A. Elizabeth Herting.”
Week 199 – Dwindling, A Bloody Hole And Wanting To Be Quoted
Here we are at Week 199
Next week will be our four year anniversary but more on that next week.
I wrote some stories this week. Well I wrote two and tidied one that had been lying about for a while and I hadn’t got round to editing it.
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Christine-Ann Corbin by Arthur Davis
The last time Christine-Ann Corbin wore a dress was two months ago when she turned twelve. Her parents had a small birthday party and celebrated with a few friends and neighbors. The conversation quickly turned to the unrest in Europe.
Five Years by Roger Ley
In September 2212, the artificial intelligence running the Near Earth Object Observation Program at Big Pine, announced impassively that it had discovered a new asteroid that would impact the Earth in about five years’ time. It estimated its size to be similar to that of Australia. I’ve often wondered who it told first, and how they reacted.
Was Und Warum Bist Du by Leila Allison
Was und warum bist du? asked the Invisible Rain of an old man seated at a small table, on which lay a bottle of vodka and a snub-nose revolver. The Invisible Rain tapped out its ceaseless question on the window, roof and eaves, the walls and even on the underside of the floor. The old man refused to answer. He never did. Although the Invisible Rain already knew everything there was to know, it was greedy and insatiable; it increased exponentially with what it devoured, thus always hungry. Why feed a thing that can never get enough? The old man imagined himself as a drum in outer space: “Beat me as long and hard as you can, you’ll never hear a thing.”
Literally Reruns – Unanimous by June Griffin
David Henson has been in touch to say that he thinks Unanimous deserves another moment in the limelight. This is what he said:
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To Err Isn’t Human by Sohom Das
It wasn’t a noise, as such, that pulled Edgar out of his dream. It was an intuition. He sensed the intruder in his house.
